Don’t make me feel the way I seem

On a level such as yours

For the clothes I have on with such black gleam

Are not nearly me, for sure.

What could be near to what’s inside?

Is no fear, hate, or doubt

The love within that I cannot hide

My colors, no life without.

Times going fast and theres not much left

But I think I’ll be just fine

Stick to sound, keep mine, no theft

And keep the past behind

So please, if you will, don’t fear or hate

For music’s my life, my future, my fate.

By: Austin Chadwick